Dear friend, you've lost your center
And cannot find the rhyme
That makes you whole

We can try to tell you
What you already know
But it's not for the telling
It's what you hold and let go

It's when the words come easy
They disappear
What's near is all you know

I can try to tell you
About the ebb and the flow
But it's not for the telling
It's what you hold and let go

Let it float back to you, to your waiting hands
Red flower, floating back

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